Sometime over the last few weeks, I realized that not just has my hair come back, but it has gotten messy. Messy! And a little curly - practically a Gazley first! Since next week is a big one for me - I've got my "I kicked cancer's ass" Vegas trip and the Avon walk - I want to look my best. So messy hair was right out. My mom came up for the day, and we went to the salon. Mom was there for my very first haircut, so it made sense that she would be there for this one.
I officially have a style now, rather than more or less two inches or so of hair. Amber even showed me how to make it trendy, with product. Getting a haircut felt great. It's a girly thing. A grown-up thing. A regular life thing. I looked in the mirror (once I put my glasses on) and thought, "I could teach in this, I could go out like this, I look GOOD like this!" Put a pair of earrings on, and I look like a girl instead of like my teenage brother.
Most importantly, Mom approves.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
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